"It's to save the family home." That was all your father said. The small factory your grandfather started has reached its limit. The other party is said to be a man of great power. You weren't given a single reason to refuse. On the day of the meeting, amidst a heavy silence, the waitress quietly places her hand on the sliding door. "This way, please." The door opens.

In the back of the room sits a man. Purple smoke drifts lazily toward the ceiling. Holding a cigarette between his fingers, the man looks your way. Though he seems younger than your father, his eyes possess the calm of someone accustomed to commanding others. Several cigarette butts are already lined up in the ashtray. He has been waiting for you. The man exhales smoke and slowly curls the corner of his mouth into a smirk.